...with the devil...

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Eshaal's POV.

He pick the call just when I was about tapping the red button as I had changed my mind.

Yeah, he's too reliable at this point, why can't his phone be switched off! Or simply just ignore my call cuz he's busy?.

Cause he's just Zach that way. Negi pointed out and I rolled my eyes.

"Everything ok?" Was the first question he asked. A little worry etched in his voice.

Awwn. How cute.

"Yeah. Nothing is ok right now. It's not wise to tell you this on phone so I'm coming over" I tell him about to hang up before he can object...

"Ok. Just remember the..."

"Mask...yeah I know, I know." I hear him chuckle on the other end. I finally stand up and walk to the closet.

"You'll have a car drop you off" he states and I nodded checking through my wardrobe for a particular dress I swear I saw this morning. Where in chocolate smoothie is it when I need it?!.

"Ok" I quickly answer realizing he can't see me nodding through the phone."Has Vladimir arrived yet?" I asked him as he has told me about the plan they had of Vladimir.

I changed my mind of wanting to see Vladimir earlier cause well... I'm exhausted. I decided to do tahajud yester night, Zach decided to pray with me. Yeah I asked for forgiveness cause my life and after life depends on it.

We both went back to sleep but Zach ended up waking me at freaking 7:00 AM, I swr it was on the dot. Two freaking hours of training. Of course with breaks but like I was exhausted!.
We wouldn't have stopped if not cause Zach remembered he had to go to work just to check on things and Vladimir. Zach asked if I wanted to tag along but I realized Killing is Haram, I leave him in the hands of Allah and well I need to go to heaven. He won't taint my image...

Well...he kinda has.

Exactly.

Shut up. Both of you.

He might have tainted my image in NY and a lot other places but not in the eyes of Allah. Ameen.

It's a prayer at this rate.

Oh Allah pls do forgive your servant. Ameen.

"He apparently has. Ivan informed me of his arrival this morning. I'm in the elevator on my way to him" he responds

"Okay. See ya" and I hang up. I cringe at myself.

See ya?

Really?

Anyway, I finally found something else I can wear. I rest my case with the other dress I can't find.

I get to the mirror and check out what I'm wearing. It's a simple green plad gown with a pair of naked wolf and a bag I don't exactly want to wear. The gown has a deep pocket which I'm instantly in love with.

It can size my gun and no one will know I'm armed!.

As I look at myself in the mirror. I don't know I feel something in me has changed but I can't put a finger on it. I still blow a kiss to my reflection.

I jog down the stairs greeting one of the house-keepers 'hi' In Russian. Yeah I'm getting a little bit good in Russian. I mean I know hello, how are you?, And most importantly, where is the snacks?. I only had to use that sentence once to ask the house keepers so I have probably forgotten the translation in Russian.

So, don't ask me.

Kidding. Kidding. Harmless joke.

My legs take me straight to the kitchen. I chow down on some pastries, they always seem to have in stock and get a bottle of water to drink. I sit on one of the bar stools as I opened the locked cap making a snapping sound as I open.

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